Chapter 167 167

Chapter 167. To Be Honest, He's Good at It.

"What's this?"

Ortlinde's voice was trembling.

In front of her was a transparent wall, and inside it was a secret room.

The three walls of the secret room had torches on them, and the faint light barely illuminated the room.

There was a vortex suspended in the center, trapped in a square metal cage, but black, viscous, and rich magic energy kept flowing down from the gaps, quickly condensing into the shape of a monster on the ground, and then quickly killed by the weapons from the roof.

Ortlinde was not terrified by the sight of such an evil and brutal monster.

It was a sense of familiarity and warmth that she felt from the thing in front of her.

It was as if it had been taken out from her body!

"This was taken out of your body when you were unconscious."

Char said in a low voice.

He was not lying. Since she and Losweise were of the same body, the extra core of the burrow in front of him would naturally come from her body.

The sense of familiarity was also because it had just been taken out.

Ortlinde's fingers that were pressed against the wall were slightly bent, and her joints were pale. Her face was filled with fear, and even Char could not bear to see her like this.

It was like pointing to a pile of black mud and the dead body of a cockroach and telling a mysophobic, "This was rubbed off from your body and grabbed from your hair while you were asleep."

It was absolutely creepy.

He put his hand on her shoulder.

"You might not be able to imagine it, but this is not all. you should be able to feel that there's still a sacred and unrivaled core of power in your body, right?"

Ortlinde nodded slowly.

"But..."

"No buts, Miss Allie. Do you know why the Holy Sword doesn't approve of you?" Char stared into her eyes.

Ortlinde lowered her head and took the holy sword from Char.

Indeed, she could only feel a weak acknowledgment from this.

"Why?"

In her excitement, she stuttered again.

It was still sealed!

Of course, Char would not say that.

"Because it has detected the evil power in your body."

Char grabbed the girl's shoulder and said, "What I extracted earlier was only a portion of it while you were unconscious. But now, I've found the real way to completely get rid of it!"

Ortlinde's heart skipped a beat. she was really considering whether she should give the divinity away.

The divinity seemed to have sensed its host's intentions, and the golden light surged again. Just as it was about to cover Ortlinde's eyes, Char suddenly shouted, "You don't believe me, but don't you believe in Fred?"

"What?"

Ortlinde was shocked, but her eyes regained clarity. "Mr. Fredrick... Where is he?"

"He's recuperating. He's injured!" Char said in a pained tone, "He was injured just to get rid of a little bit of evil power from your body! "

"I... I want to see him." Ortlinde bit her lips.

"No problem," Char said as he nodded. "I'll make the arrangements."

A few minutes later, Crickto used his air combat unit, the [DHR-II], to send the two to the cave where Fredrick was hiding.

From afar, Ortlinde could see that Fred was watering the flowers in the open space outside, looking like a retired old officer.

She wanted to get closer, but Char stopped her.

"Don't you think he's not the Archbishop?"

"I'm just..."

"Stop. I understand. Just wait and see."

Char gestured to the aircraft above her, and the DHR-II immediately dived into the battlefield with a gorgeous dive, heading straight for Fredrick.

Then, there was a flash of golden light, and the restrained but violent divine power instantly destroyed the pile of scrap metal.

The Archbishop looked thoughtfully in the direction of Crickto, but said nothing.

"Did you see that?" Char asked.

Ortlinde was shocked by the power of Fred and subconsciously nodded.

"I'm not as devout as he is. There's still a long way to go."

Char nodded in agreement on the surface, but he was cursing in his heart.

Fredrick was only obsessed with power.

As for the truly devout Priests, unless they were chosen by the Holy Spirits like Ortlinde, they would not obtain any exaggerated power from their piety.

During the selection of the Valkyrie, those young men and women who dreamed of becoming Paladins and Valkyries had this kind of piety. They dreamed that their fearless resistance and courage would win the favor of the Holy Spirits, and then they would burst out with power like the protagonists of novels in desperate situations, fight against monsters, and save the world.

However, they were all dead, and each one was more miserable than the other.

At first, this incident caused quite a stir, but it was quickly suppressed by the sudden emergence of Ortlinde.

People were more willing to believe that those people had died because they were not pious enough.

"Yes, you still have a long way to go," Char said lightly, his grip on the girl's hand tightening.

"I also have a long way to go."

It was only then that Ortlinde realized that she had accidentally held Char's hand again, as if she had practiced this action countless times.

Even when the two of them were crouching behind the grass, she felt that everything was going smoothly, without a trace of disharmony.

He was a stranger! Could it be that she was really flirting with him?

She hurriedly shook her head hard to get rid of this absurd thought. She pulled her hand away, stood up, and stammered, "I... Let's go back."

"Alright," He said.

After making up her mind, the divine persona could not change it no matter how much it struggled.

After all, this place had cut off its connection with the Holy Spirits. fighting alone, it could only rely on some stress tactics to resist Ortlinde's emotions.

Ortlinde was lying on a bed with four wheels. her eyes were closed as if she was a patient being pushed into the operating room.

An hour later, just next to the secret chamber where the nest core was stored, another golden core appeared in the same secret chamber.

Char stood opposite the two secret rooms and could not help but admire himself.

"I'm really a genius."

"You're a genius, but you didn't realize that your success rate in capturing the hearts of female creatures was 1446% higher than I expected," said Crickto.

"I'll be honest with you. He's indeed good at it."

Saxson appeared out of nowhere.

Char rolled his eyes and ignored their teasing. "Mr. Duke, I've noticed that you've been crazily copying down blueprints for the past two days."

Saxson's face turned red, and he coughed to hide his embarrassment.

"There's no such a thing."

"Don't waste your time. unless you can remember it, you can't take a piece of paper away from here." Char shook her head and sighed. "There are only a few things that can be taken away. for example, the titan giant blueprint that Crickto could not create himself. for example, the power gem that can control all mechanical creations. however, there are no mechanical creations outside that are worth being controlled by him."

Saxson was stunned for a few seconds before he asked in a daze, "Why?"

Char wagged his finger and gave a profound answer.

"Because it's a waste of time."